New Morning

When I looked out of my window this morning the colours were so sparkling it was as if the world had been made anew.

It reminded me of this song:

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

This is what I tried to express in the picture despite the fact that blackbirds do not live in Tamil Nadu!

I continue to be very grateful for the opportunity to live and work with the land of Auroville.